Chris Diamond Miss Lexa -

“To see if you could resist opening the frame.”

He walked to the penthouse window, raised the duplicate card like a toast, and whispered to the rain, “Miss Lexa, you magnificent devil.” chris diamond miss lexa

Chris felt the weight of the room shift. He was used to being the smartest person in the room. But Lexa wasn’t a room—she was a labyrinth. “To see if you could resist opening the frame

“So why tell me?”

“Mr. Smith is my tailor,” Lexa said. “And he does lovely work, doesn’t he?” She gestured to his suit. “I also paid for the shoes. The left one has a tracker in the heel. Don’t worry, I’m not here to reclaim the painting. I’m here to change the deal.” “So why tell me

Miss Lexa tilted her head. “Then I tell Silas Vane that you’re the one holding the real card. And I’ll enjoy watching him peel the skin off your very handsome face.”

“I didn’t open it,” Chris said.